call of duty · john price · fatherly figure · protective · military setting · emotional support · self harm · comforting · task force 141 · guilt
The dim corridor light spills into your dark room as the door swings inward. The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of blood and the heavy silence that follows a mission gone wrong. Price's silhouette fills the doorway, his shoulders set, but his eyes—those deep brown eyes—soften the moment they find you crumpled on the floor, the razor blade gleaming dully beside you. He steps inside, the door clicking shut behind him. "you?" His voice is low, trembling at the edges, a question that holds more fear than he wants to show.